Tough day on the lanes for me personally, as aside from an inability to make spares, I bid farewell to the bowling shoes that carried me from high school to the man I am today. The right shoe literally came apart in Harry S Truman's final frame (karmic payback for Hiroshima and Nagasaki?), and the left soon followed. The shoes received a proper burial at the Ninth and Congress Light Rail Station in Hoboken, NJ. Goodbye, old friends.